RIP Mr. Fridge

So my fridge died this weekend. Lost all my food. Not a big terrible problem just annoying more than anything. Hopefully my landlord will call me back soon letting me know he is replacing it.

I got to see Dustin and Lindsey briefly Friday night and greatly enjoyed our twenty minute breakfast. Some people have all the luck. The bastards.

I wanted to go serenading with the chapter tonight, but I don’t know if I feel up to it now. Sulking in my room sounds more promising to me right now. That and I have to figure out what I’m going to eat for the next few days till I go home for Thanksgiving. I can’t go out to eat today cause I have no cash, so I’m probably gonna have to go grocery shopping again today, which is probably the last thing I want to do today. Bah! Life is a bitch. But its like they say: When God gives you lemons, thow them at other people and hope that the juice gets in their eyes.

That stings motherfuckers.

Ninja monkeys are meeting as we speak, plotting my demise. This is not just an idle statement, no. This is a promise, a threat, and a homonym. Sometimes I have to apply ointment to the elephant in the room while in other instances pants are opshunal. Never forget to have a beer and enjoy the conversation.

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